Stirring

On the ground I lay on my back, with the sun obscured by branches coming alive with the breaking of new life. My hands clutch the grass and the cool earth can be felt the entire length of my body. This moment is mine, alone. What brought me here? I close my eyes and let my mind drift. A sliver of sunlight warms my face and with that the realization that time has not stopped. The sound of the birds takes me to a different place where the cool sheet covers only one long leg. I open my eyes and see a profile. The beauty of the jawline overwhelms. The quiet comfort of soft breathing soothes me as I close my eyes and return to the dream of clutching the grass.